Old Age Comes Knocking Upon Your Door Poem by Dorsey Baker

No hunger pains
because you've had too much
and you do not wish
to have any more
you are no more thirsty
enough to drink
upon your tongue is a bitter taste
Old age comes knocking
upon your door
and you have to open up
and let him in
You turn your eyes
away from the world
with its energy level
so high!
you used to run a marathon
now you walk with a limp
with a walking stick
you slowly cross the street
Old age comes knocking
upon your door
and you have to open up
and let him in
He has come to live with you
and he will stay around
until the day you die!